Jacket Copy (Genre : Autobiography)
This is the story of the discovery and conquest of me. Everything that was, is and will be, all the tears and the smiles, all my memories, all the lost moments, my dreams and the people that I loved. This isn't perfection, this is just me leaving something behind.
Foreword/Preface
Maybe someday, somewhere, someone will find some peace in my chaos. It is said that writing is therapeutic, that it heals the soul. Writing heals in a way, yes, I have learned that through my years. But writing has become to me more than just a remedy, it is a drug, it is an escape. I have so much inside, and I feel I need to share this. In all man, in all minds, there is a voice that we call ours, and that speaks constantly. My voice sometimes whispers. Sometimes yells. Sometimes cries. But always does it wishes to be heard, to be felt, to be understood. And so, because it can never be interrupted this way, I will write what my inner voice has always ached to say.
When I was a kid, when I was very young and innocent. Naive. I used to think that happiness was something simple. Something easy. I used to think that everyone was happy. Maybe I will feel better, maybe it will help me breathe again, and smile for real. Because I want to be honest, and most importantly, I want to be happy.